To make it clear the Harry Potter and Riddick character/world is not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling and whoever owns Riddick. This is a fanfic, which means I'm not the original creator only the writer of this particular story.
Chapter 10… the fox and the hound
While the survivors were helping each other a fox was hunting his prey. Johns searches for his pistol and prisoner had reached the end of many halls and corners within the container without any luck. Following the ships pipelines that was flowing along the roof he searched for clues. Suddenly behind him, two chained feet was slowly lowering down between the pipes waiting for the fox to take the bait. Johns then saw his pistol hidden among boxes and started to bend down to pick it up.
Faster than a snake strikes Riddick traps Johns head and neck between his chained legs and is swinging over Johns' head trying to twist hard, using the chain as a choke-collar. Johns reaches for his baton and flicks it open and swings it with all he has up at Riddick trying to make him lose his hold. The man is still in body chains and mouth-bit and can´t protect himself from the blows but tries to ride it out hoping that the man below him will fall first. Seconds from blacking out, Johns strains forward with his body making an already tired Riddick to take on his weight and finally breaks Riddick's grip on the support. He grips the feet as Riddick slams into the deck head first making the man lose conscious from the hit. Not sure if his faking it Johns lays the baton on his neck and is slowly circling the man until he can get a look at his face.
Seeing the light out he starts to laugh, it comes out like a hissing sound. Johns waits and within a couple of moments Riddick is back amongst the living just like always, the fox knows the man never stays under for long to many years in the slam for Riddick to leave himself that vulnerable.
"The chance of your life Richard and you blow it… One of us is going to die one of these days but it ain´t going to be me. "
Wrapping his prey up and forcing him to walk with bruised ribs Johns takes him back to the area around the cryo-lockers before he makes the convict kneel before him in one of the more sunny spots that is still sheltered away from all the action. He wants Riddick vulnerable and out of the survivors range. Can´t have them snooping know can we. Locking his prisoner in a uncomfortable position behind a steady pillar Johns sets off to find the others. It sounds as if they have started to move towards the cockpit, and he had first dibs on the first-aid kit.
While the survivors seem to be greeting each other and working as they moved Johns had a head start. But as he broke through the doors what greeted him was nothing but darkness at first and the merc reaches for his flashlight to get a better look. A light beam sweeps the dusty air of the cockpit and shows nothing but broken equipment and packed dirt, there is no signs of life. About to search elsewhere, Johns turns back at but is stopped by a soft greeting. Spinning back around he blinds Fry who is sitting on the floor covered in dust and surrounded by darkness. She lifts her hand up to shield her eyes from the bright light and tries to see the man.
"Hey, who?" is Johns' stupid question which get an even stupider answer.
"Hey, me. The blinded girl over here."
Johns crawls closer, checks the other side of the headrest and find her lying their above what seems to be a mountain of sand.
"Amazing. I didn´t think anyone would survive in here; I'm Johns."
He gets soft smile as a reply before she stretch out an arm towards him and introduces herself as Caroline Fry. After seeing the badge on his shoulder and the uniform Caroline is just happy that someone else could be in charge for a while. She had no energy left within her and all she wanted to do is find Owens and maybe to sleep for seven day or so. Johns manages a smile back and ask her with a broken voice what happened. He wanted answers before the other got here. But Caroline just came with a counter question.
"Are there any others, Johns? Other survivors I mean."
He just nods his head and pulls her up when it seems like she is trying to get off the floor.
"Yeah! There are others."
As Johns helps Fry through the carnage and down to the navigator bay she is stunned the severity of the damage. She knew it´s going to be bad but when actually got to see it, it really hits home. Especially when she gets a glimpse of the area covered in sunlight where a hull used to be. Realizing she's in staring into the waste desert she hurries to Owens spot in the nav-bay and starts digging like a search dog after her friend. After digging with Johns just watching Fry finally uncover Owens who is still strapped to his chair.
She pales and loses all thoughts for when she flips the chair all she can see is the gigantic piece of metal rod piercing trough his chest close to the heart. Dead is the only thing she thinks as Caroline reaches out to touch him, to beg for forgiveness.
The moment she touches his arm the entire body convulses and a screaming fills the air.
"Out, out, out, GET IT OUTTA ME!"
She recoils hard from the sudden movement and realizes to her horror that he is still alive. The other survivors start flocking like hungry ravens around the different openings. Just staring at the screaming man and for a couple of seconds before pure chaos erupts as several voices screams out different suggestions:
"Pull it out of him, god someone pull it out!"
"No, it's too close to the heart, he would die."
"You gotta do it, just do it fast. And he could make it."
"No if you do he will bleed to death!"
" Is he even alive?"
"Somebody please make him stop."
Caroline grabs the rod not realizing what she´s doing but is stopped by Owen´s next words. They scare her even more then the crash and everything else that has happened the last hour or two.
"Don't touch it! Don't you dare touch that handle!"
The voices still continued with their shattering not really listening except for Johns who was moving into the darkness so that he could collect the aid kit before someone did something stupid.
"You'll kill him, I'm tellin' you, shit, just leave it alone and he will have a better chance to live!"
"Delirious, his already dead."
"Don't cha you got some drugs for the poor man, he should not be in pain."
But Caroline was no longer listening to them for she was staring onto the eyes of her friend and colleague and felt nothing but shame and relief. Relief that he was dying and making no sense and shamed for being relieved that another creature was suffering.
"Don't touch that switch!"
Owens shouts was toning down and the spasms of the body was settling in body-shakes like the body tried to convince itself that it was alive. Caroline with her throat thick with grief wanted the others to shut up and called out:
"All right, all right, someone... We, we have medicine. there's Anestaphine in the med-lock… It is in that end of the cabin...next to..."
Turning her face towards the mention wall she only sees a mangled mess and one of the survivors is so kind as to say there is no med-lock anymore, like no one could see it. Angry, desperate and beyond tired all the pilot can do is ask everyone to leave. But no one is making an attempt to turn around.
"Get away… just, out. Everybody, just shut up and GET OUT!"
The others leave in a slow walk except for the teenager who had introduced himself as Jack the boy from Perseus galaxy. Jack, who in reality is a girl named Audrey, had never seen death or suffering and was staying behind to watch in morbid fascination. Johns doubles back and collars her shaking his head, he has seen the type before: runaways from rich families who wants to see the real world and all that shit. Idiots that deserve what they get if you ask him.
As they leave Jack tries to get loose until they pass the place where Riddick is cuffed to a bulkhead. The girl's eyes widen and stares, it Richard B. Riddick. The badass himself.
OMG, she had to talk to him. Her father would have a Perseus-cow if he found out.
The man in question just tilted his head as they passed and was watching them through a hole in the blindfold that covered his eyes before the sunlight swallows them. Leaving him alone in the hellish light.